Taming the Saintess 1
I approached Ieliya slowly. Her once holy golden eyes now burned with turbid, blood-red lust. Each ragged breath carried the scent of corruption. She clutched her lower abdomen in agony, biting her lower lip with the last shreds of her sanity.
"Mana overload... with divine power... Lord, heal me... Healing!!"
In response to her prayer, a shower of blue light enveloped her body. But it wasn't salvation. Her waist arched like a bow.
"Kyaaah!"
The divine power clashed with the demonic energy embedded in her body, triggering a horrific rejection reaction. Healing had become her cruelest torture. Yet she didn't stop. It was her only act of resistance.
"Ahhh! Healing... Kyaaah!!"
"Healing~ Kyaaahhh!!"
I watched the bizarre spectacle in silence. The saintess casting divine magic on herself, writhing in pain. To her demonizing flesh, holy power was no different from poison.
But her expression wasn't just pain. Amid the twisted face, flashes of pleasure flickered like lightning.
"Hey. What the fuck are you doing?"
Once the pain surpassed her threshold, it warped into twisted ecstasy. She'd already hiked up her skirt, spreading her legs in an M-shape, lost in masturbation.
"Nngiiit... Healing~♥ Kyaaah~~ Nngiiiit!!"
Her demonizing body rejected the holy energy, producing excruciating agony.
"Whoa, this is a goddamn masterpiece."
A saintess turning demonic, "healing" herself not with divine power but by fingering her pussy. What perfect, paradoxical corruption.
"Healing!! Nngiiiit!!"
Love juices gushed from her spasming pussy as she convulsed with legs spread. Her unfocused eyes rolled back in an ahegao.
"Nngiiiiit... Feels so good... so gooood... Healing..."
Ieliya kept using divine power to punish her own flesh.
"So, which demon's possessing you this time? An S-rank saintess's body? Gotta be something special..."
I waited leisurely for her mana overload. The more mana that rampaged, the more I'd gain.
Ieliya's skin was the pale white typical of Caucasians, like marble, with even her fine hairs shimmering gold...
"Pussy hair's gold too."
"Healing!! Ugggghhh!!"
Red light spread everywhere, her eyes now glowing like hellfire.
Ieliya's original form was fading fast.
"What demon are you? S-rank hunter, so probably something unique."
"Healing!! Nngiiiit!!"
Ieliya plunged her fingers into her pussy, drowning in pleasure. She seemed oblivious to her own actions.
"I asked your fucking name, bitch."
Ieliya glanced up at me. Her red eyes darted weirdly.
"Who the hell are you? A mere human daring to ask my name? Trying to block my descent? You're the one who stops mana overloads? I heard from Ifrit."
The voice was completely different. Arrogant, sultry, looking down on everything. Even non-shell humans could lose their bodies to awakening fruits like this. Definitely a high-tier demon under Baal.
"What, you didn't learn Korean? What's your name? Anata no namae wa? Fuck. Your name, asshole."
"Kuhuhu. You wanna die..."
"Insolent bitch. Your master Baal's an old buddy of mine. That fucker's spinning his wheels in T-31 conquering shit... and his subordinate's over here fingering herself with holy power... Fucking brilliant."
I unleashed my mana. Baal ignoring this pathetic dimension helped my bluff.
The moment she sensed my mana's quality, her arrogance evaporated.
"Hiiik!"
She hastily closed her spread legs and prostrated on the bed. Dogeza.
"I see you, Demon King! Which dimension's lord are you...!"
"You dare ask my name? Wanna get erased? Hey, fuck. If Baal saw you jerking off with holy power... he'd delete you on sight, right?"
Feeling my mana, she closed her legs and dogeza'd.
"You fucking whore. Name!!"
I grabbed her hair roughly and yanked her up. Her startled eyes bulged.
"I've committed a grave sin... I am Aluca, high-tier demon, Baal's whore and mistress of the cursed womb."
Aluca...? A demon one step above succubus. Absorbs essence into her own power, corrupts souls too.
"Your ability's essence absorption?"
"Yes, Demon King. I steal life force by absorbing blood and essence."
"Figures..."
...Lame as shit.
I shook Aluca's hair again.
"De... Demon King?"
I gripped her chin, forcing eye contact. Chaos swirled in her red eyes from clashing divine and mana.
"You said essence absorption? Let's test it. See if you can handle this body's essence."
I shoved her onto the bed. The curves under her disheveled saintess robe were artwork itself.
I mounted her before she could resist, pinning both wrists overhead with one hand.
"Hng...! Wh-what...!"
"Treatment. And training."
Her body stiffened at my cold declaration. She instinctively tried sucking my essence, but my erupting holy flames made her soul burn instead.
"Kgh...! Th-this... holy fire...? How does a Demon King have divine power...!?"
"Whatever. Don't need to know."
I caressed her soft flesh. No bra—her heavy tits sank into my hand like marshmallows.
Confidence gleamed in Aluca's eyes.
"Haaang! Nooo..."
Like she was daring me to fuck her. Her token resistance—writhing legs or hips—just turned me on more. Pinned wrists left her squirming softly, tempting me fiercely.
"Nun habit? Saintess robe? Long slits make it pretty slutty."
I lifted her robe. Slits exposed her lower half naked.
"Saw your pussy earlier during masturbation. Looked pretty nice."
Then, not Aluca's voice—frail Ieliya's tickled my ear.
"Clothes... please take them off... gently, if you would..."
I sneered at her plea, ripping the robe with my free hand—rrrip.
Snow-white nudity contrasted her noble blonde hair.
I roughly grabbed her full breasts again. Fingers sank into flesh. Sweet milk scent mixed with sweaty intimacy stimulated my nose.
Dark red tattoos flickered on her skin. Mana overload corrupting her.
Wait... what if I scorch these with holy fire?
"Haaang!"
Wherever I touched, dark red tattoos ignited faintly under blue flames. Pain and pleasure mixed in her moans.
"Wh-what's that? Hurts but... weird... feeling?"
Aluca started acting like Ieliya to the end.
"Test your ability first. Suck it. How much essence can you take?"
I thrust my hard cock at her face. Ieliya flushed with shame but couldn't defy the "Demon King."
She hesitated, then parted her lips. The moment her hot lips wrapped my glans, she recoiled in shock.
It wasn't mere essence. Demon King and demon hunter power fused—too potent and holy for her.
"Kheuk...! Gulp...! This... impossible... power..."
She desperately tried sucking, but my power flooded her instead. Holy and mana clashed violently inside.
"How's it taste? My essence?"
I grabbed her hair, shoving deeper. Tears streamed as my cock invaded her throat.
"Gulp... Khp... Demon King... please..."
Her throat pussy clenched and released my cock wildly. I came first in her mouth.
Blue-tinged semen—holy flames purifying her corruption—poured down her throat.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Her body bowed. Dark tattoos burned away in blue fire.
I released her, spreading her legs.
"Now real treatment. Stick that lame pussy right here."
Ieliya's pussy was soaked in juices, tears, sweat. True cure for mana overload.
I aligned my cock at her entrance and thrust in without mercy.
"Haaaang! It hurts...! Burning...!"
As my cock entered, blue holy fire scorched her womb directly. Oni blood-tainted mana clashed with my power inside her.
"Endure this pain. Then you'll be human again."
I gripped her waist, pounding mercilessly. Her walls pushed back desperately but sucked me deeper.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Flesh slapped, her screams filling the room. Dark marks bloomed and faded on her breasts.
"No... my power... fading..."
I nailed her G-spot precisely. Her body convulsed in first orgasm. Pleasure and purification blurred her mind.
"Haa... haa... what... is this... too... weird..."
I didn't stop. Until her body was mine, my presence etched in her soul.
I stabbed her depths repeatedly; she helplessly rode orgasm waves.
Now, creampie to end this damn overload.
Then—two voices burst from her mouth. Aluca the demon, Ieliya the saintess.
"Demon King! This woman's dangerous! Even now, she's plotting to purify you with Catholic power. Kill her even if I vanish!"
I yanked my cock out just before explosion.
"No, Hunter Park Woojin! Don't fall for the demon! Please... cum inside! I don't care if you're a Demon King! I swear on God, no betrayal! I'll be your cocksleeve! Please...!"
Aluca and Ieliya begged—outside or inside?
"Cum outside! Demon King!!"
"Inside... in my womb... fill me... please..."
"Demon King! The saintess lies! Give me a chance!"
"Hunter! My ass is still virgin! I'll give everything! If I die, Catholic Church investigates. Demon can't hide! No time, please...!"
Ieliya rubbed my palms, pleading. She ping-ponged between Aluca and saintess, appealing to save her.
Save Baal's whore? Or Catholic's secret weapon saintess?
Dark marks spread again. Objectively, save Aluca the double agent.
But Catholics... I vaguely knew of them in T-16. That subway murder victim mentioned them... Ally with justice? Easier against Baal?
Issue: trust the saintess?
While I pondered, overload neared end. Marks covering her = Ieliya gone, Aluca remains.
Absorb mana anyway.
"Fuck it. Whatever."
I dumped everything deep in her womb. Blue holy fire semen exploded, spreading, incinerating last oni blood traces.
"Kaaaaaaaah!"
With Ieliya's final scream, all foreign energy vanished. Red-burning eyes reverted to blue-gold.
Dark marks scattered as ash. Exhausted, she collapsed in my arms, panting.
Treatment done. Sweat beaded on smooth white skin.
I gently brushed her damp blonde hair.
She looked up slowly.
"Thank you... for choosing me..."
"......"
"From now on... loyal only to you, Demon King. Whore Aluca... greets her new master."
"...Huh?????"